Lyrics:
'burbs
Aimin' at them skinhead bitches, let it rain
Givin' 'em a wet welcome to the house of pain
"In a city that's upset by the challenge
Of racial
Corvex, I wanted to get gas
My mind was distracted and she was standing there
And fast forward she's in my ghetto, like every day
By every day I mean now
ridden through the ghetto
On a horse with no name
Through the water man I trot through the pain
I got the mighty
Mississippi running all in my veins
I'm
the fuck my mind been
You can see the pain all through a nigga eyelids
I'm Jhacari Innis motherfucker
I don't know how to feel but damn
Turned it to a dub
Oh no no no
Go crazy
Go go
On a Ghetto way you know
know
Do Do
Money matter
Okokomaiko That was the Ghetto wey I came from
Everybody mind there own
to shake the pain, hopin' I could break the chains
Every day the same, who am I to make a change?
Will my niggas risk it all just to play the game?
about the pain, it's a shame that I can't shake the game
Everybody and they mama asking why
But I'm in the game, live by the game and in the game I'mma
in a pickle is music against fickle,surrounded by big doggs that i consider ickle,as they crash the particle.. the other giants..
i might apply some
to rain,baby I can take away ya pain if ya trust
Me close ya eyes feel the magic never leave when ya need me I do ya just
Like daddy
I met her when she was
hot, they burnin'
Inhalin' Sherm smoke, visualized the flames
Will I be smothered by my own pain?
Strange whispers, cowards conversate, so quick
was taken by that snake in the grass
Should of stuck the nigga fast
Yeah, that motherfucking snake in the grass
We dropped our guards and he got
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it
D.C., Somalia, North Philly, Philippines, Houston, New Orleans
All ghettos, all barrios, worldwide
What you know about this poor man's journey
He's
fi see the uptown and ghetto people blend
I say, "Hey, Mr. DJ, play that one again!"
Well, this a reggae music weh the people dem defend
And from
and the straight way (skibbilibeng)
So mi go say
Make way
Ghetto youth bursting through your gateway
Holy Mount Zion I a maintain
Trodding through the narrow
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
Gracious
The devil thought that he could take us
Glory to God you ain't forsake us
Its by Your grace that we been paid fa and favored
The ghetto
what I'm a give em when they land in last place
Hand right by the... they ain't too many seeing us
So they wanna take my gifts
But I wrap em with
Heavenly father I ask that you show me the way
Lately I've been feeling like I'm burning in flames
Confined to a shell that feels nothing but pain
the ghetto hustling
I remember scaling packs then I had to double it
I remember I remember I remember
I remember all the snakes it won't happen again
I
I'm a little suicidal
Mind state homicidal
This rap game is vital
I do it for my people
The ones labeled evil
The ones labeled illegal
By these stone
last fight with his mom lead to broken dishes
No home, all alone to roam
Just another lost child, another ghetto poem
Now he popping pills, selling off
banging da money I got it wit you
If you know the feelin of havin nothin its victory
Listen to my ghetto symphony
Said im comin different on you bitches wit
We at the bottom in the slums and the ghettos
With a 1001 problems, yet we praise His name
From picking cotton for slave masters
Who were rotten
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